At sixteen, I began a fight with a monster I couldn’t see nor hear. I took the first step of a journey within myself that unbeknownst to me would last a lifetime. Copious amounts of medication was administered just to make everyday life bare-able. However, the medication only led to the feeling of numbness.
At sixteen, I couldn’t understand how intense this fight would be. At the time I was naive enough to believe medication and/or therapy would simply make it disappear.
I was wrong. Mental health just doesn’t work that way.
The next few years included me changing schools, dropping out of college, and having small episodes of panic after becoming pregnant with my son. My son was 9 months old when I threw my hands up. How could I possibly be a sufficient mother to him if I couldn’t even turn off the lights without obsessing all day as to if I truly cut them off.
At that time in my life I was living the only way I knew how: With a just getting by attitude. Then one day I woke up and decided there was more to life and I wanted to live again. I was no longer going to sit back and watch life pass me by. That day changed me: March 2nd, 2018.
I joined support groups on Facebook and chose to express my feelings to others who fought my same battle. I started exposure therapy on my own and soon what consumed hours of my day only took a few moments.
I found my love for writing in those four years of darkness and set the bar for where I’ll not ever fall again.
My advice to others is seek assurance. Talk about the struggles you face and accept the diversity! This is YOUR story, you have the pen.